395. The Lost Chord by Adelaide Anne Procter
b"AA Procter read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past.\\nwww.classicpoetryaloud.com\\n\\n--------------------------------------------\\n\\nThe Lost Chord\\nby Adelaide Anne Procter (1825 \\u2013 1864)\\n\\nSeated one day at the organ,\\nI was weary and ill-at-ease;\\nAnd my fingers wandered idly\\nOver the noisy keys.\\n\\nI know not what I was playing\\nOr what I was dreaming then,\\nBut I struck one chord of music\\nLike the sound of a great Amen.\\n\\nIt flooded the crimson twilight\\nLike the close of an angel's psalm,\\nAnd it lay on my fevered spirit\\nWith a touch of infinite calm.\\n\\nIt quieted pain and sorrow\\nLike love overcoming strife;\\nIt seemed the harmonious echo\\nFrom our discordant life.\\n\\nIt linked all perplex\\xe8d meanings\\nInto one perfect peace,\\nAnd trembled away into silence\\nAs if it were loth to cease.\\n\\nI have sought, but I seek it vainly,\\nThat one lost chord divine,\\nWhich came from the soul of the organ\\nAnd entered into mine.\\n\\nIt may be that death's bright angel\\nWill speak in that chord again;\\nIt may be that only in heav'n\\nI shall hear that grand Amen.\\n\\n\\nFirst aired: 5 January 2009\\n\\nFor hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\\n\\nReading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2009"